Crazy or justified? DESPERATELY SEEKING FEEDBACK

8:24 pm. I am exhausted, demoralized, depressed, anxious, stressed…And I have no idea if it’s the withdrawal or if it’s just my personality.

I have been pushed to the breaking point two 7 year olds and 2 five year olds. These kids are so rude, I honestly want to beat them to death. I can tolerate a lot but rudeness and being disrespected and ignored trigger a rage in me I can barely hold at bay.

I feel bullied. Stalked. By these horrible kids.

I used to love kids.

Trailer park kids have changed that for fucking good.

I honestly believe I am justified in feeling angry and used and upset. But if I am off base, by all means, feedback is welcome.

What I have been putting up with daily for 3 months of summer:

One little girl keeps coming over,into my home, demanding I feed her lunch because the other kids had food. So I gave her pizza and she said, “I’m leaving, ym my mom doesn’t like you and I can’t be here.”

WTF?

The other kids two, three times a day: “I’m hungry, give me food.” “I’m thirsty, give me a juice drink.”

No matter how much I give them, they want more And more. I have said no. They wait until I am in thye bathroom and sneak into the kitchen or they manipulate my kid into getting it.

I tried to talk to them, explain we don’t have much money and I can’t afford to feed everyone all the time. They asked for lunch.

I sent them home. They come back, over and over.

I don’t answer the door, they stand on the step, screaming and basically pushing in on the door to the point I fear it will break.

Today, I told the 5 year old to leave the kittens alone, the kids bothering them has made the mother not want to take care of them. Instant I go to fold laundry, the brat has snuck in and opened the damn carrier, handling the cats.

I told my kid she couldn’t watch TV right now. 5 year old satan kid goes and turns on the TV anyway.

I sent her and her sister home.

The older one comes back. Then the younger one.

SIX TIMES THIS HAPPENED. Today this is in one day.

The neighbor boy who is usually okay…got pissed off because I didn’t have any Kool Aid drinks left to give him so he said, “You have fleas, I’m telling my dad, we can’t be here anymore.”:

I got excited.

They all came back.

Finally, I grounded my kid for being defiant, locked the door, and of course, it was getting late so they had to go home anyway but they said they will be back tomorrow.

I am snapping, I am grouchy, I feel like I can’t breathe. I talked to the parents, they have this dumbass shrug “kids will be kids”.

No. Their kids are hell spawns.

I don’t even enjoy being home anymore because of these kids. They don’t listen, they have no respect for me. I have told them 20 times this week we are basically out of food because of the freezer malfunction…Yet they just keep demanding and I keep saying no and they keep asking, and of course, they have my kid say she ‘s hungry or thirsty and then they demand their own since she has something. I tel them to go home. They ignore me.

I literally screamed GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. It was not my finest hour but I asked nicely for them to leave and they just ignored me. One actually rolled her eyes at me, then kept on playing. When I escorted them out, they sat on the step and said, “We don’t want to go home, so we’re not leaving.”:

HONESTLY, THIS GOES BEYOND KIDS WILL BE KIDS.

I am so miserable right now. Withdrawal sucks enough, now these horrid little beasts have made my home life a misery. Everyone keeps sayng, “But you let them.”

Um, pretty sure telling them to get out and ignoring them at the door is not allowing them.

I feel bullied, and the parents won’t do a damn thing about it.

I don’t want my kid to be a hermit like me, but I can’t keep this popularity pace with her anymore. I thought Damiana was bad. I’d take her back in a heartbeat to get rid of A and J. At least she would listen to me. These two are the snottiest little kids I’ve ever met.

How is it I can destroy the psyche of grown men yet be so ineffectual with kids?

I asked my kid ten times to let me write this.

She keeps getting in my face.

And I want to scream and thrash around and the anger is just frightening. I hate being ignored.

How much longer will this withdrawal be so bad? I don’t even feel like myself anymore, I feel evil and fragile and alien. I don’t like it.

Something tells me even if the withdrawal is gone, I’m not gonna be okay with rude kids.

Too damn bad the mood swings won’t run them off. Sad that children have tougher psyches that grown men.

I don’t think you’re being unreasonable in the slightest. It’s not your job to feed and babysit the neighborhood, and if those parents will not take that on board, then it seems reasonable to ban them from your home.